Liang Shuyi rolled his eyes at her, then turned around and asked seriously, "You're still joking with me, is it because of that incident?"
Tang Chen acted as if he had no idea what Liang Shuyi was talking about. He said nonchalantly, "What's this and that? Let me put it this way, in my hometown, if a man and a woman have a conflict, or if the man insists on marrying someone else, we will divorce. That's what you call a divorce, and it's not a big deal."
Liang Shuyi jumped up from her chair when she heard this. If Tang Chen wasn't so pregnant and felt unsafe, she would have probably hugged her shoulders and started shaking her like crazy. "What?!"
Seeing this, Tang Chen didn't want to explain too much. He took out the divorce letter that Wang Yanzhou had sent today and showed it to her: "This is the divorce letter. If you don't believe it, just take a look at it."
Liang Shuyi snatched the divorce letter, but her primary concern wasn't the content. She was checking to see if the letter was forged. However, the result was not what she had imagined: "It's really his handwriting. How could he..."
Tang Chen knew that Liang Shuyi might not be able to accept this for a while, because it was indeed a bit sudden, but she would be able to figure it out in a few days. After all, this was just a matter between her and Wang Yanzhou, and they were just outsiders. "This matter is not his problem, but mine. Fortunately, the prince is quite good to me. I will naturally take my things. These are not mine, but he gave them to me. It is enough for me and the children to live a good life. It is not a loss."
After a brainstorming session, Liang Shuyi suddenly thought of something that could invalidate the divorce agreement: "Regardless of the current situation, even if you two truly have no feelings for each other anymore, as long as you're pregnant, according to the law, he can't do this."
Tang Chen smiled and asked, "Shuyi, are laws still useful in this world today?"
Liang Shuyi was genuinely stumped by her question. The country was on the verge of collapse, and laws and regulations were in turmoil. Without strong suppression, most people wouldn't even care about their own lives, let alone the law.
Even so, Liang Shuyi was now considered half the mistress of the palace, and she couldn't let Tang Chen leave no matter what. Otherwise, wouldn't that completely fulfill Princess Fenglai's wishes? "...In short, I don't agree. I don't care what happened between you or what you think. Now, you just stay here honestly. If you leave, who will Mo Yu be when he comes back and can't find you?"
Tang Chen said with a smile: "I didn't say I was leaving now. It's snowing outside, and I'm pregnant. Even if you chase me away now, I will stay here."
That's what he said, but Tang Chen didn't have the slightest intention of stopping those who were packing up: "Since you're not leaving, what are you going to do?"
Tang Chen said helplessly: "I've already said it, it's just a matter of packing up, it's not time for me to leave yet."
Liang Shuyi heaved a long sigh of relief, then slumped down on the chair without any image, pouting and saying, "Why didn't you explain clearly? You scared me to death, you know!"
Tang Chen chuckled and said, "I've always said it very clearly, why don't you believe me?"
...Mo Yu walked up the snow-covered stone path, carrying the little gadgets he had picked up along the way on his shoulders, holding his closest brother in his arms, listening to the sound of snow breaking the branches, and walking slowly on the way home, just like when they used to sneak out to play when their master was not around, and they were tired and had enough fun. Although they walked a little slower, at least they had a place to go back to.
When the snow stopped, the sky gradually darkened. Uncle Li staggered out of the house with a broom in his hand and was sweeping the snow on the road, as if he was still in the alleys of Qinghe County, sweeping the fallen leaves in the alleys every day, waiting for Li Xinzhai to return.
Looking at the familiar courtyard deep in the mountains, Mo Yu gently stroked the square black cloth package in his arms and said softly, "Master... Mother, I'm back with Xinzhai."
Uncle Li, who was sweeping the snow, heard some noise outside the door. He looked up and saw a familiar figure. The broom in his hand suddenly fell into the snow: "......!"
Mo Yu walked heavily to Uncle Li and handed Li Xinzhai's ashes to him: "...Uncle Li, I'm sorry for you."
Uncle Li looked at the package in his hand for a moment, then looked at Mo Yu with cloudy eyes and asked in confusion, "Master, what's wrong with you? What is this?"
Mo Yu took a step back in shock, then suddenly remembered that Li Xinzhai had once told him that Uncle Li was old and sometimes confused. "Master, he's treating me like Li Xinzhai." Well, from now on, he'll take care of him in Li Xinzhai's place.
After Mo Yu carefully brought back Li Xinzhai's urn, he picked up the package on his shoulder and said, "Uncle Li, I brought you some small things this time. Come and see if there is anything you like."
"Alas, the young master always brings so many things when he comes back. How can this old servant bear it all?" Uncle Li hurriedly took the bundle. Although he said he was embarrassed, the happiness in his heart was written all over his face.
Mo Yu said: "We two depend on each other, I should be the one taking care of you, just accept it with peace of mind."
Uncle Li saw that it was getting dark, and suddenly he remembered something and asked, "Master, you must be hungry. I'll go cook dinner right away!"
After Uncle Li rushed into the kitchen, Mo Yu picked up the things he had forgotten outside. While Uncle Li was cooking, he always felt that something was wrong, but no matter how hard he thought, he just couldn't remember it...
After Mo Yu returned, he took his incense and candles and headed for the mountaintop early the next morning. Atop this nameless mountain, there stood a solitary grave without an inscription. Standing alone, beneath a peach tree on the summit, facing east, it seemed to be waiting for someone to return.
Mo Yu stood quietly under the peach tree for a long time, then buried the jade pendant he had taken from Emperor Gan Zhao under the tree and left. When he returned, Uncle Li hadn't returned yet. He had left with a jar, saying he was going to the nearby bamboo forest to collect some snow and store it in a cellar. He would take it out and make tea for him in the spring.
Mo Yu waited for a long time at home but Uncle Li didn't come back. Mo Yu was worried that he was lost. Just as he was about to go out to look for him, he found Uncle Li sitting on the stone steps not far from the gate, holding the jar and looking confused.
"Uncle Li, it's cold outside, let's go back."
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